“I will defeat you.” His lips quirked in a faint smile. “You will try.” She lifted his hand and placed his palm over her heart, pressing it there. “You are my friend, and you are my enemy. You are my hunter, and you are my lover. And I—” Her voice cracked, and she forced herself through it. “And if I were to watch you die, I would join you in the grave but a moment later.”
